"Gosh, you're so uptight. This is probably why your mom left you and your dad and stepmom were more than willing to leave you while they went on holiday with their real family." Those were the words said to 12 year old me by one of my then best friends after she had held me [...]
Category: Proscenium
Act IV
In the middle of my grade 9 year, during my school holidays, I received an sms from my dad saying he wanted to speak to me. I wasn't really stressed becuase that's generally how my dad did things. I'd always get an sms or an email, because we didn't have a very open enough relationship [...]
Act III
I have always believed that I don’t quite like affection. Whether giving or receiving it; I often get extremely uncomfortable when there’s hugging, cuddling or even just hand holding involved. I barely ever initiate it, but whenever I do, you know I am probably screaming in my head. In my most recent therapy session, we spent [...]
Act II
December 2012: My very first youth camp. I can’t remember much about it, to be honest, except the fact that I arrived just over 2 hours before the actual meeting time. Which for a 15 year old meant that I was beyond lame, because who arrives so early for a camp? And to make matters [...]
Act I
Being at an all girls school until Grade 7, made the idea of boys a rather foreign concept to me. I knew they existed, because the boy's school was literally across the bridge, but I wasn't very interested in them. My classmates were dating and hanging out with boys and I always thought "Wow," but [...]
The Dance 